23 comments/ 38956 views/ 25 favorites Marriage Counsellor By: 62_goo Jane and Paul Anderson's marriage was in trouble. They had been married for seven years and had stopped communicating with each other. Neither knew how the other felt because they never spoke intimately any more. Paul had ridiculous visions of Jane sleeping with someone else. Jane thought Paul might be screwing his secretary because he had been working longer hours than usual. Paul, being a man, didn't speak to anyone about his worries. Jane, being a woman, talked to her sister and her closest girlfriends regularly. During one such conversation, Jane's friend Tina suggested a marriage counsellor. Tina's sister had been to see him and was really happy now. Jane was worried about Paul's reaction to this so she decided to be blunt. When he got home from work she said the words every man dreads, "Paul, we need to talk." While he dreaded it, Paul also knew that they did indeed need to talk. Jane began, "Paul I love you but I don't really like you at the moment. Our marriage is shit and you don't talk to me anymore. I think we need to seek professional advice." He looked at her and said, "What did you have in mind?" "Tina has recommended a counsellor who deals with troubled marriages. Her sister went to see him and she's never been happier." Paul hated the thought of airing their dirty linen in front of a stranger but he really did love his wife so he said, "OK. If you think that's what we need then I'll go. I hate that we don't talk anymore but I don't know how to change that. Maybe this will help." Jane stood and hugged him. "I'll make an appointment for as soon as possible." Jane was a petite blonde with long wavy hair. She stood about 5'2" and was thin, bordering on too thin. She had 32 C breasts and because she was so thin, they looked much larger. She had stunning blue eyes and a delightful smile that lit up her whole face. She enjoyed yoga and Pilates and liked to jog to keep herself in shape. Paul was almost a full foot taller, standing 6'1." He was a large man and had to fight to keep his weight under control. Lately he looked as if he had given up the fight. His stomach protruded over his pants so much he couldn't see his feet without bending over. He was a bit of a slob too and didn't really care much about his shape. Three days later Jane and Paul found themselves sitting in the office of Psychologist David Jamieson. It was a room at the back of his large Edwardian style home. He refused to call himself 'Doctor' because that implied that he had either a medical degree or a Doctorate. He had neither. That somehow encouraged Paul. It meant that he wasn't so full of himself that he wanted external recognition. Jane was quite taken by him. He was about the same age as she and her husband, early thirties. He was the archetype tall, dark and handsome. She quite simply had her breath taken away. David seemed to like what he saw in Jane too. He began by asking Jane why she was there. "Well, ..." "Call me David, please." "Well, David, for the last year or so we have hardly spoken to each other. It's as if we are cohabiting in the same house. The only thing that suggests anything more than that is the fact that we sleep in the same bed. And that's all we do there, sleep." "How long since you made love," David asked? "I can't remember," Jane replied. "Paul?" "No idea," said Paul. "Go on, Jane." "I'm at my wits end. Paul has been working longer hours recently. I think he prefers to be at work than to be at home. Initially, I tried to encourage him home at a reasonable hour but for a while now I've just found it all too hard. It frustrates me but I've been wondering if it's all worth it. I tried but it seemed there was nothing from him." "Thanks, Jane," David said. "It's important that you are honest and I can see by the look on your face that this is really how you feel. Now. Paul, what about you?" "I don't know hat to say. I think I'm a pretty normal guy. I know talking isn't my strong point but I've got a good job and make a good wage. I've just been promoted at work so that's why I'm there longer. But when I said to Jane that I would need to be at work later for a while I got no response. So I didn't bother telling her about the promotion. She didn't seem interested in what I was saying so I stopped saying anything. Our bedroom is like Antarctica. Nothing but sleep. Jane has taken to getting dressed in the bathroom. I dunno why. I used to enjoy watching her but now I don't even get that pleasure. She seems to be going out of her way to shut me out. I don't like it but what can I do? If that's what she wants then..." "Thank you Paul for your honesty too. There seems to be a lot of issues here but there's quite a bit you can change, Paul, to make things better. Because this is your first visit we won't go too deeply into it now but I'd like to see you by yourselves for the next little while but I'd encourage you to talk about today when you get home. Now, Jane, I've got a spare hour at the end of the day tomorrow for you, how does that sound?" "I'll be here," Jane replied. "And Paul, I can fit you in this time next week. Are you OK with that?" "Yep. I can do that." "Good, that's it then for today. Thanks both of you. I know how hard it can be to take this first step but I feel some positives around the two of you and I'm confident we can get a good result." Jane and Paul went home with slightly different feelings. Jane was thrilled to be going to see David by herself. She felt that she made a connection with him in the short time she was there. She felt that he really listened to her. He didn't take his eyes off her while she was talking. It didn't hurt that he was gorgeous. He was about 6'2" with broad shoulders, a narrow waist and cute bum. His blond hair was wavy. He looked like a surfer. He also looked a little younger. It was going to be nice to spend some time alone with him. Paul, on the other hand, took an immediate dislike to him. He felt that David was transfixed by his wife and didn't really care about what he had to say. He also thought that this was couples therapy, not singles. He saw how David looked at his wife and thought it was like a wolf looking at a helpless rabbit. He didn't like it, not at all. He also knew that if he said anything to Jane that she would just make some sort of excuse about it, that he was imagining things and that he was reading too much into it. When they got home Jane was really enthusiastic about the therapy. "I can't believe how comfortable I felt talking to David. He seemed to be really understanding of our situation. I think this is going to be really good, Paul." "Yeah, sure," Paul replied. "I hope so." Jane went on a bit about how wonderful she thought David was but Paul tuned out. He just went about his business by himself, "as usual," he thought, and let Jane babble on. About how wonderful therapy was. She phoned Tina that night and spoke for about half an hour about how good David was and how much she was looking forward to tomorrow. Finally they went to bed. Jane leaned over and gave Paul a big kiss goodnight. "Goodnight, darling. Sleep well." "Yeah, goodnight, Jane." The next day Jane was right on time for her appointment with the therapist. David ushered her into his office and shut the door behind her. "Jane, let me begin by saying I know exactly what you are going through. I've seen it many times before. Husbands seem to take their wives for granted and expect everything to be rosy. They want sex when they feel like it but are not attentive to their wives needs." "Oh, David, that's exactly how I feel. It's like I'm a piece of furniture but if I forget something for him or, God forbid, don't feel like sex, world war three breaks out." "Yes, Jane, I know how men can be. Now I just want you to relax. Try not to think of Paul at all. This session is for you, and you alone. I'm going to ask you a few questions and I want you to be as honest as possible, OK?" "Yes, OK, David," Jane replied. "Now, first question, think back to when you were first married. How was your sex life?" "Exciting, we made love every day. It was fabulous." "Why do you think that was?" "Because we both wanted the same thing, to be with each other and to make each other feel good." "Now, did your husband always reach orgasm? Did he ejaculate?" "Yes, all the time." "Well, Jane, that was because of you. Men won't cum unless the lady really wants them to. It's obvious that you wanted him to feel that way. Next question, did you always achieve orgasm?" She hesitated. "Now Jane, you need to be honest, at least with yourself." "No, not always." "And why do you think that was?" "Well, Paul would finish before I was ready to." David paused. Eventually he said, "You have a fairly typical husband. The sex is good, as long as they get off. It doesn't matter to them whether their partners do or not. Now let me ask you this; did he ever ask you about it?" "No, I don't think he ever thought about my pleasure at all." There was a tear in her eye as she said this, and her voice was catching as she fought back a sob. "Now, Jane, it's OK. Take a deep breath and try and remember why you are here. It's going to get fairly rough as you explore why your marriage is where it's at right now. Next question; did you ever give him oral sex?" "It's personal, David. I don't feel right telling you this, these details of our sex life." "Jane, I'm a therapist. This is what I do. In order to help you build I need to see what sort of foundations I am working with. It's all confidential, if you're worried about that. I won't even tell Paul unless you want me to." "OK, thanks David. That's good to know. Yes, I did give him oral sex." "And did you swallow?" "Yes, every time." "And did you enjoy it?" "Not really. I never got any real pleasure from it. And Paul was always too tired to do anything for me afterwards. He rarely tried to make love after he orgasmed. That was usually it." "OK Jane, you're doing great. Now, did he ever give you oral sex?" "No, never. He thought it was dirty." "So, he was OK with you giving and him receiving but not the other way around?" "Yes, David, that's right." "Thanks for your honesty, Jane. I know it's not easy. We'll move on to more recent times. What is your love life like more recently?" "Well, as I told you yesterday, it's been so long I couldn't remember the last time we made love. I thought about it last night. It was our wedding anniversary last year, which is about eighteen months ago." "Has Paul been asking you for sex a lot in that time?" "Not really, hardly at all." "And have you asked him?" "No, and to be honest I don't miss it. To me it's not the most important part of the relationship. I mean, I know it's important, but not the most important thing. I miss the communication more. Although to be honest that's never been one of Paul's strong points. He's like his father; hardly says anything, good or bad. He doesn't show any initiative. I have to ask him to do anything around the house." "How do you feel about that?" "I hate it. I mean, he always does what I ask, but I have to ask or it doesn't get done. A little while ago I decided that I wouldn't ask him to clean up after the dog. The yard was full of dog shit. I mean, you couldn't walk anywhere without stepping in it. He went outside once when I asked him to get his shirt off the washing line. He stepped in shit with almost every step. And yet, I still had to ask him to clean it up." "OK Jane, that's enough questions. I'm going to stand behind you and rub your shoulders. I can see how tense you are. Close your eyes and enjoy the massage." David stood behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. "Just relax and enjoy the massage. I dare say Paul has never done this for you so don't even think about him. This is a really important part of your therapy. You are concentrating too much on what is wrong and not on what is right." As he spoke he began to massage Jane's shoulders. A little smile formed on her face. She was enjoying this attention. David began to speak softly, next to Jane's ear. "Jane, you are a beautiful woman. Your husband is a fool. He should be worshipping the ground you walk on and thanking you every day for marrying him. He has no idea how to treat you and as a result he might lose you. Well, that will be his bad luck. You are a powerful, gorgeous woman and you are a strong independent woman who can make her own decisions. This threatens Paul. He feels he should be the alpha male but is unable to cope when you show your strength." Jane was nodding slightly in time with the massage David was giving her. She could see the logic in what he was saying. She let out a quiet sigh of pleasure. David kept up his positive talk. "You are strong and you are able to do anything you like. You are an attractive woman, Jane, and any man would see you as just that, beautiful. I certainly do. You are one of the most attractive, desirable women ever to grace my office. I don't know what your husband is thinking but if you were my wife I would love you every day and prove my love for you every single day." With the last three words, David massaged Jane's shoulders extra hard to emphasise what he was saying. He finished and sat in a chair opposite Jane. "You can open your eyes now, Jane, but slowly. It's pretty bright in here." Jane opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was David's face, close to hers. She felt a shiver run through her. It ended in her pussy. She was highly aroused from the words and the massage, even though there was nothing overtly sexual about it. Jane took a deep breath. She could smell David's after-shave over his manly smell. She was soaking it in and the small smile on her face grew larger and larger. "Jane," David whispered, "I have a cancellation tomorrow at the same time. Would you like to come back?" "Ohh, yes please, David. I'd love to." Even though the conversation was about another session of therapy, both David and Jane could feel a sexual undertone in what they were saying. When Jane got home that evening she was feeling really good about herself. She felt that she could overcome anything at home, she was so positive. Paul was home when she arrived. "So how did you go with David," he sneered. Jane was flabbergasted. With one question the wind was right out of her sails. Her good mood evaporated around her. "It was really helpful, Paul. Why the attitude?" "Because I don't think he will be any good for us. I saw the way he looked at you yesterday." "What are you talking about, Paul?" "Jane, you must be the most naive, trusting woman I know. Didn't you see how he looked at you? I know a predator when I see one and he was sizing you up to move in for the kill." "Have you gone completely insane, Paul? He is a professional. He gives good advice. He was wonderful today. He really seemed to understand what I was going through. Maybe if you give him a chance he can help you too. You've got your appointment next week. You'll see, he's wonderful." "Wonderful, huh? Well, I hope I never have to remind you of this conversation because I think he's dangerous. I hope I'm wrong, but I've got a bad feeling about this." "Bad feeling...you're just jealous that a handsome professional is helping me with our marital problems." "Yeah, well...whatever. I'm going to the pub for tea. I'll see you later." Jane fumed as Paul left the house. "What has gotten into him? David was wonderful and I can't wait for tomorrow," she thought. "Paul doesn't even have to know." Jane was in bed when Paul came home. He wasn't exactly drunk but not too sober either. He made the decision to sleep in the spare room. He didn't want the hassle he would get if he woke her up getting into bed. Jane woke the next morning in bed by herself. Paul had already gone for the day. She looked for evidence that he had actually come home at all. She couldn't find any. She spent most of the day thinking the worst. When it was nearing time for her appointment with David she decided she would make herself feel better if she dressed up a bit. She decided that her one set of sexy lingerie should do the trick. It was a wedding gift from her husband and she was really proud that it still fit her after seven years. She decided on a skirt and top. The skirt she picked out was quite short and quite tight. She knew that if she were going out she would need to be aware of how she sat because it tended to ride up her thigh when she sat down. Her top was an almost sheer white blouse. It wasn't quite see-through but it didn't leave much to the imagination. She decided that complete make-up was needed also. Rather than just a swipe of lipstick she went all out. Blush, eye shadow, eyeliner as well as lipstick were necessary. If anyone had asked her why she was getting all dolled up for a visit to her therapist she wouldn't have been able to tell you but deep down she knew that she wanted to look good for David. As she left the house she really did feel good. "And the best part is that David won't say something nasty to me as soon as he sees me like Paul did last night," she thought. She arrived a little early for her appointment but David was free. He took one look at her and said, "Wow." Jane blushed, but a wide grin was on her face. "Jane, you look absolutely gorgeous. I knew you were a beautiful woman but you look amazing. I don't know how your husband lets you out of his sight." Jane blushed more deeply. "Thank you David. You are so kind. You really know how to make a girl feel special." "Well, you are special, Jane. Just because your husband doesn't think so doesn't change that fact." David ushered Jane into his office. She took his offer of a seat and was settling herself comfortably when he asked her, "Jane, would you like another massage?" "Oh, David, would you mind? I've had the most awful time since I last saw you. I was feeling really good yesterday and was hoping to have a really good talk to Paul. But the minute I got in the door he made a remark about you. I don't think he likes you very much." "That's probably because he recognised that he wasn't the alpha male in the room the other day. And that I was asking him to see your side of the argument. I hope he keeps his appointment next week because I think I can really help." While David was talking he placed himself behind Jane and started kneading her shoulders. A little sigh of contentment came from her as he began the massage. He leaned down and whispered, "Jane, did you dress up for me?" "I dressed up for me, David, but I did it because I was seeing you today. I wanted feel good and I knew that you would compliment me. It's really nice to have someone as handsome as you give me a compliment." As she said that Jane was surprised. She didn't think she would be so forward as to tell David what she felt about him. David said, "Jane, I love the idea that you dressed for me. Thank you." Jane slid lower in the chair and her skirt rode up her thigh. David could almost see her knickers from behind but Jane didn't notice. He could see down he blouse too and enjoyed the view immensely. He worked his hands down the sides of her shoulders and to the tops of her arms. His fingers inadvertently touched the sides of her breasts. He noticed Jane's nipples getting hard. He leaned into her again and said, "Jane do you want me to keep going?" "Oh, please don't stop. It feels really great," she sighed. His hands went lower on her arms and circled onto her stomach. He lightly ran his fingers across her belly. Her sighing increased. She was almost whimpering, she was enjoying David's touch so much. Marriage Counsellor His hands went to her lower back and up towards her shoulders. "You know, Jane, I could give you a complete back massage if you like." "I'd love it David. Please, don't stop." "It will be easier if you take your blouse off, so I can really dig into your muscles. You can lie face down on the couch if you like." Jane knew she was getting into dangerous territory but David's hands felt so good. She didn't say a word but simply began to unbutton her blouse. She shook it off her shoulders and suddenly was sitting there in a pale pink push-up bra. Davis sucked in his breath, then composed himself. "Lie down, Jane, and let's get started." To Jane it felt like bliss. Here was a handsome man massaging her back and it felt so good. He worked on her for about ten minutes and then said, "Would you like me to do the front of your shoulders, Jane?" Once again, Jane didn't speak. She just rolled over and lay on her back. David began to stroke her shoulders. It was now not so much a massage as intimate touching. Jane knew what she was doing was wrong but in her mind she thought, "How can anything so wrong feel so right?" David worked his hands under her bra straps and worked on her pectoral and deltoid muscles. "Ohh, David, that feels so good. Please don't stop." David took this as an invitation to go lower. "Jane, I want to feel your breasts. May I?" Jane sat up, reached behind herself and unhooked her bra. David's hands went straight to her, now, very hard nipples. He touched them softly at first, and then rubbed them with his palms. Then he grasped her nipples tightly. Jane let out a strangled moan. "David, that feels heavenly." Then David leant down and took a nipple into his mouth. He kissed it, licked it and then sucked it into his mouth. Then he swapped sides and did the same to the other one. He stopped what he was doing, looked up at Jane and kissed her hard on the mouth. Jane responded in kind and their tongues went into a frenzy. Without breaking their kiss Jane unbuttoned David's shirt and almost ripped it off him. She then went for his pants. Meanwhile he was undoing her skirt and sliding it down her legs. His pants were off in a flash. His boxer shorts were off with his pants. Jane lost her pink knickers. "David, I need to feel you inside me, right now." David didn't hesitate. He thrust forward and speared himself into her warm, wet pussy. She moaned in ecstasy. David bottomed out. Jane was going crazy with lust. "Your cock has gone where no man has ever gone. You are so big and in so deep. Don't stop, please David, don't stop." "I have no intention of stopping, beautiful. Now hang on. It's gonna be a bumpy ride." He thrust in and out of Jane with deliberate movements. Then he went hard and fast, then slow and steady. He changed it up with almost every thrust. "I'm gonna cum David. Fuck me harder, I'm cumming, oh don't stop, oh, harder, fuck me, fuck, ohh fuck, ohh, ohh, ohh keep going, aaaaarrrgggghhhhhhhhh." Jane came with an intensity she had never felt before. While she was catching her breath she felt a second orgasm building. David was fucking her with abandon. Just as a second wave of pleasure rolled through her, she felt him cum deep inside her. They just lay there for a moment. "That was intense," David said. "It was more than intense. I've never been fucked like that before, ever." She leaned up and kissed him. She kissed and kissed. She didn't want the kiss to end. They kissed for about five minutes. While they kissed David became hard again, while still inside her. He began thrusting into her pussy again, this time with slow, measured strokes. They lay together enjoying the pleasure they were giving each other. David suddenly began to thrust harder and Jane spread her legs wider. They worked into mutual orgasmic bliss for the second time. "I've never had that happen before," Jane said. "Paul has never fucked me twice in a row, let alone to three orgasms." "That's because you are one beautiful, sexy lady, Jane," David replied. "I want to stay like this forever," she said. "Well, maybe a little while tonight but if you like we can do this again tomorrow. I just happen to have a free appointment at this time for the next week. What do you say?" "David, I will be here every night until you are worn out. I love this, sex with you is the best sex I've ever experienced." They disentangled themselves from each other. "This is what you should be getting all the time, Jane, but that husband of yours is too foolish to see it. I'm more than happy to show you what you have been missing out on all these years." They quietly dressed, in between kisses and cuddles. By the time Jane left David's office it was nearly eight o'clock. She should have been home just after six. On her drive home Jane thought about what she had just done. She told herself that it was wrong, that she was now an adulterer. But she didn't care. David was gorgeous and had made her feel special. He had also made her cum more in one night than she had with her husband in the past five years. She loved it and she wanted some more. She had tasted the forbidden fruit and she was determined to go on tasting it for a long time to come. Once again Paul wasn't home when she arrived. She found herself not really caring one way or another. He could be out with some floozy to get his rocks off for all she cared. She actually felt sorry for this mystery woman because Jane knew she wouldn't be getting much joy from sex with Paul. He was gone before she got up the next morning too. As she was eating breakfast the phone rang. It was David. "Good morning beautiful lady. How are you today?" "I'm feeling better than I have in years David, thanks to you." "Well, I've got some good news. My afternoon is completely free so if you wanted to come in for an appointment at midday, we won't be disturbed for the rest of the day." A thrill ran through Jane. A whole afternoon with David would be heavenly. "Oh, David, I'd love to," she gushed. "Come to the back door rather than the office. We might be a little more comfortable." "Okay, I'll see you at 12. Bye." Jane hung up the phone and sat down, flushed. She was well aware of what she was doing and how it might end up affecting her marriage but David made her feel so special. She decided to go all out today with her outfit. She went out and bought a cheeky, sheer bra and thong set. She had never owned something as flimsy and delicate. They did nothing to hide her charms. She realised that her pubic hair was spoiling the look so she decided to get rid of it when she got home. She also decided that she needed a garter belt and sheer black stockings. She didn't really have an appropriate dress to wear either so when she saw the most exquisite little black number she knew she wanted it. When she tried it on it felt, and looked, great so she bought it. It cost more than her last three or four dresses altogether but she didn't care. Then she realised that her shoe selection at home was severely limited so she went shoe shopping. She found a pair of impossibly high black stilettos that looked amazing so she bought them too. All up she spent a small fortune on herself that morning. She really didn't care either. She went home to prepare for her 'appointment.' She stripped down and put on her new bra and briefs. She went into the bathroom, took off her thong, and trimmed her bush until she had a light covering of hair. Then she got out her razor and shaving cream, applied some hot water and cream to her pubis, and carefully shaved the rest of her pubic hair off. She was completely bald for the first time in her adult life. It was another thing that her husband had asked her to do since before they were married. She had always refused because she didn't want the irritation when it grew back. She felt no concerns about voluntarily doing something for David that she had always refused her husband. She rationalised that she chose to do it rather than caving into her husband's expectations. In her mind that made all the difference. Then she attended to her make-up. She was slow and deliberate with it. By the time she was finished she had dark eyeliner to bring out the colour of her emerald green eyes. Added to that was smoky eye shadow that was so popular nowadays. Her blush was high on her cheekbones and gave her a rather imperious look. But it was her fire engine red lips that screamed, "Fuck me," that was her intention. She arrived at David's right on time and knocked on the back door. David stood there naked. He grabbed her and kissed her like a long lost lover. She was breathless. They moved straight into the bedroom and fell onto David's Queen sized bed. The dress was gone in seconds, as were the bra and briefs. She lay there wearing her garter belt, stockings and stilettos. Her legs were spread obscenely and David took advantage of the invitation. He attacked her pussy with his tongue. She was sopping wet. He licked and sucked and before long she was breathing heavily and rapidly. She was cumming only minutes after David began his oral attack. When she regained her breath, she had David lay on his back on the bed. She grabbed his beautiful cock and kissed it. Then it disappeared down her throat. She gulped and swallowed and for the first time ever she was deep-throating a cock. David didn't last long. He came suddenly and in buckets. She took it straight into her stomach without worrying about choking. When David had recovered, Jane kissed and sucked him back to hardness. Then she mounted him as he lay there. She rode him for what seemed like hours, but in reality was a few minutes, until she felt a familiar build up in her nether regions. She bounced up and down on that cock more and more rapidly until suddenly she let out an almighty roar. She had come for the second time. David kept fucking her until, shortly afterwards; he too came for the second time that day. They lay back exhausted. They kissed and cuddled as lovers do after mind-blowing sex. Jane caressed David all over. She felt every part of him and he did the same. When he reached her ass he stopped and pressed his finger until it was inside her. Jane had never considered anal sex. Paul had asked for it early in their marriage but she had refused. He asked once more a few years later and she had let him know in no uncertain terms that it was never going to happen and that he needed to stop asking. But here she was allowing her new lover access to her ass without him even asking. He pushed further and Jane could feel that it was really nice. David leaned over and whispered into her ear, "Ever had a cock up there?" "No, never." "But you will today, won't you?" "Oh, yes, David. Just be gentle, that's all I ask." David opened his bedside drawer and found a bottle of lube. He applied it liberally to Jane's ass, both inside and out. He then lubed up his cock. "Jane, it would be easier for you if I lay back and you mounted me." So he lay back and Jane poised her ass over his cock. He gently pushed into her virgin rosebud. She drew her breath in sharply. Then the head of his cock was all the way in. From then on Jane simply and easily pushed David's whole length into her ass. She sat for a moment and then pulled back until the cockhead was all that was left inside. Then she squatted again, slowly, until it was all back in. She repeated this a few times while she got used to the feel. Then she began to have a familiar feeling down below. She increased her pace, as the feelings got stronger and stronger. She was wailing as she rode that cock. David was pumping into her as she rode him. She was cumming and it felt different to any orgasm she had ever had. At its peak she squirted all over her lover's stomach. She had never squirted before. When she realised what had happened she collapsed onto David in tears. "Jane, honey, what's wrong?" "Oh David, nothing's wrong. In fact everything's right. I love the way you make me feel. I haven't felt like this ever before, not even when Paul and I were courting and sex was really exciting. This was something else entirely and I don't know if I can go back to what I had with him." David hugged her. Then he kissed her tenderly. "I feel the same way Jane. You are incredible. You're beautiful and strong and amazing in the sack. I don't know how your fool of a husband ever neglected you." They crawled out of bed and went to the kitchen for some food. They ate fresh fruit and yoghurt. Then they had coffee. Neither had gotten dressed. Jane only had on her suspender belt and stockings and David was completely naked. They finished their coffee and wordlessly re-entered the bedroom. They spent the entire afternoon enjoying each other's bodies. They discovered what each other liked and then teased them mercilessly with it. They enjoyed each other's company. By the end of the day Jane was exhausted but in a good way. She ached all over and was mentally spent. She had orgasmed more times in that one afternoon with David than she thought she had in seven years of marriage with Paul. When she got home Paul was there. "Where have you been," she asked. "I haven't seen you for days." "I've been thinking. I needed some time so I made sure I left early and arrived home late. I slept in the spare room so I didn't disturb you." "So what have you been thinking about?" "Us, Jane, our marriage, the last seven years, the fact that I'm so miserable now and have been for ages. The fact that I thought I was the luckiest man on earth when I married you. I loved you so much it hurt. I still do but I don't know how to make it better. I need you to help me, to tell me how, to give me time. I don't much like that therapist guy but I'm willing to see him. I need to do it for you, for us. I have no idea what will happen but I hate the way we are at the moment and I want to change it." "Oh," was all she said. He looked surprised at her reaction. He thought, "I've just poured my heart out and all you can say is 'Oh'?" What he said was, "I'm going to bed." "But it's only seven o'clock," Jane said. "I know, but after that decidedly underwhelming response I get the feeling that you'd rather me out of the way. Good night." Jane felt awkward. She never knew he felt that way. She thought that he'd just fallen out of love with her. Now she was confused. She'd begun a relationship with a man who made her feel special. But she loved her husband. Finding out that he still loved her made her conflicted in her emotions. She sat up wrestling with her conscience for a while and eventually fell into a fitful sleep. When morning dawned she felt no better. Her poor night's sleep didn't help. She was meeting with David at 5 that afternoon and wasn't sure that she should. But as the time got closer the familiar feeling bubbled away in her tummy and she got herself dolled up and was there, in his office, right on five o'clock. David sensed her hesitancy. He asked her if something had happened at home. Jane said, "Paul told me last night that he still loves me as much as he ever did. It's made me feel a bit funny about you and me." "Jane, as your therapist I need you to see this sort of behaviour for what it really is. Paul has realised that he might lose you so he's covering all his bases. He knows what to say to you to get you to stay. But you need to realise that this is a manipulative behaviour that some men display simply to keep the status quo. He most likely won't change at all. In fact I'll bet my experience that he will become rather more attentive for a while. But as soon as he feels secure and that you won't leave he will be the same old husband you came to see me about in the first place." "Do you really think so?" "I know so, Jane. It's classic male behaviour. They like to think that they are the alpha dog in the relationship and once they prove to you that they are, then they will go back to all take and no give. In the end you will be the loser Jane because you will feel bound to stay because he is, "really trying." He will say that he has changed for you but you haven't changed for him. It's almost as if they give these alpha thinking males a script when they get married. I've seen many of these marriages and in the end, when they stay together, the wife is as miserable as ever because nothing has really changed." It was still a few days before Paul went to see David. I met with him each day and fucked him each time. He would fuck my mouth, my pussy and my ass. I was loving it. The day after David met with Paul I was around there again. David looked like hell. "He knows," was all he said. "Knows what?" "Knows that you are cheating on him with me." "How does he know?" "He hired a private detective and had you followed. He showed me the photos, the video and the audio evidence. He let me read the report. It's very explicit and I don't think it missed anything. I'm ruined. He's going to sue me for everything I've got, and he's going to leave you." "Thank God, David. Now we can stop the pretence of therapist/patient relationship and bring it out into the open." "What? Are you mad? Listen, Jane, you're a beautiful lady and a tiger in bed, but there's no future for us. I never promised anything and I never ever saw you as a great fuck." Jane was devastated. She thought David loved her and told him that. "Love you? When you fall into bed with the first man who shows you any interest? Get real, my dear. As soon as you tire of me you will find some other cock to jump on. This was never anything but a pleasant diversion. Now, I'm going to be ruined." Jane fled, crying. She felt like a fool, a love sick little girl. She had ruined her marriage and David's professional life because she fell for a sweet talking therapist. When she got home there was no sign of Paul. There was a letter on the kitchen bench. Dear Jane, I leave enclosed a copy of everything I have found out over the past week. No wonder you had no time for me. You will be served with the divorce petition as soon as practical. You will also be named in my civil suit against David. By the time this gets to court, your reputation will be ruined. Congratulations for royally fucking up three lives; mine, your lover's and your own. See you in court, Paul. She collapsed into tears. Her world was falling apart. Over the next few months Jane went from a wife to a mistress to a divorcee to a monster in public. The case was all over the local news because it had all the elements; sex, infidelity and comeuppance. And she copped that in spades. Paul got most from the divorce so she could now add homeless to her list of what she was as he got the house. Then the civil action against David commenced. Everything she had done with him was broadcast in that courtroom. She was a wreck. David was already ruined professionally because he was named in the divorce but the civil case ruined him financially. He was ordered to pay a huge amount in damages. He gave what he could and then declared bankruptcy. He left town never to be seen again. It was harder for Jane. This was the town where she grew up. She had never lived anywhere else, and never wanted to live anywhere else. She could hear the whispers, the innuendo wherever she went. It seemed every single man hit on her at any time she was outside; at the supermarket, at the doctor's, when she bought fuel for her car. She thought Paul had won everything. Paul took no joy in such a comprehensive victory over both Jane and David. But his problem was that he still loved Jane. He knew it was irrational but there it was. He knew staying where he was wouldn't help so he looked around for a place to relocate to. It turned out that not long afterwards his company needed an area manager in the southeast of the country. He was offered the job and accepted. Marriage Counsellor EPILOGUE Paul hasn't found anyone permanent yet but has found that there are plenty of women willing to try and be that one. He loved his new job and was enjoying the benefits of being a single male in an area known for its single female population. Jane has lost everything. She lost her job and now spends her days crying over the life she once had. She lives in a trailer on the outside of town. She gets hit on a lot because she is still beautiful, but hasn't slept with anyone since David. David disappeared and no one knows where.